He relaxed as he recognized the outline of a doe. Watching the doe, he grabbed his cup and took a sip of his coffee grimacing at the taste of one too ...any coffees for the day.Time passed slowly for the men waiting for something to happen. George checked the monitor for the house next door and saw Anita slipping through the front door covered by the dark. Earlier, she had shown her FBI credentials to Fred and told him to keep his door unlocked that night. It appeared that Fred had followed her. Gripping onto his shoulders trying to keep myself up as wave after wave or orgasms rushes though me. "Don't stop.....please don't stop."Panting as I fall, he catches me, twirling our tongues, tasting myself on his yummy tongue. Plunging himself deep inside me. Digging my nails in and dragging them down his chest. Leaning back he goes deeper grasping my ass. Picking us up, my back against the wall, my moans escape my mouth. I cannot hold them back, feeling every ridge, every curve of his cock.. It seemed like he sang most of his songs to them, though it was probably less than half. They were to later learn that every girl who ever attended a Corey Michaels concert felt that there had been at least one moment when Corey Michaels had looked right at her and sang for her alone, no matter how far back in the stands she was sitting.The concert reviewer in the Vancouver Sun wrote the next day:"Sometimes you see a concert that's magic. I've never seen a crowd of twenty thousand as completely. The ice had been broken and now, even if I had wanted to, I was helpless to stop… Although I was aware of being watched, I didn’t let it stop me. Kay continued to run her fingers through my hair, the motion still comforting, but turning erotic now that I had committed myself. Mrs. Plum’s strokes along my lower leg had the same effect as I slowly brushed my fingers over my purple and pink panties. The pads of my fingers grew damp as I pushed my undies between the crease of my labia, letting out.